Date: Fri, 02 Jan 2004 17:31:04 -0600
From: Hyatt Wyndam
Subject: Confessions of an Underwear Model
Yes, of course everything here is completely fiction. No one is even under
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Confessions of an Underwear Model
The Beginning
My mother got me involved in modeling at a very young age. I missed out on
the diapers. No Huggies or Pampers tape burns here. It was about the time
I could sit still on command that my career started. Now, if I could get
paid for freeze-framing today, I would be a much happier fellow.
We weren't living in LA or NYC but there were a couple of studios that did
shoots for a number of retail chains. There was also a huge industry of
wholesale buying in town and that is where I appeared first, in those
insider catalogs. There was also a need for cute little kids swinging on
playsets and splashing in kiddie pools. I never much minded the sessions, I
don't really remember it bothering me at all.
My first appearance in public was for an Easter circular for a large
department store. I had a huge head of hair after all the blow-drying and
hairspray, it looked more like a helmet. With not a hair out of place, I
stood there with a huge grin in a yellow short set that was the color of
marshmallow chicks and about as sugary sweet. I looked like they just told
me I had just won a million dollar shopping spree at ToysRus. I was posed
with a little boy who was seconds away from drooling down his Easter bunny
suit and a girl who was dressed like Miss Daisy, ready to be driven away
with her Easter bonnet.
My grandmothers and other family members all received copies of the ad. The
actual short set was framed with the ad and hung in the front hall.
Equivalent to my first gold record, it hung there for years. It was moved
when I could no longer stand to bring friends through the front door. I
joined the many other clipped and framed ads in the hall to the bedrooms,
but I didn't always turn the light on in the hall.
The Studio
The studio was always a flurry of activity. There were kids running around.
Racks of clothes were pushed everywhere. Camera flashed every few
seconds. But it was the mothers that were the worst. They all talked out
the sides of their mouths because they all looked straight ahead at their
children. It was never about the safety of the kid. The moms wanted to
make sure their dear one got in front of the camera for as long as possible
and in as many shots as was manageable each shoot. And the mothers were so
anxious about their kids getting dirty, rumpled, or a single hair out of
place.
There were screens placed with the intent of creating some privacy. They
were artistically arranged the first thing in the morning of each shoot but
by the time the clothes were moved around and the sets created and
dismantled, there was really no purpose for the screens. It got to be very
natural and necessary for the models to strip down and change right in the
middle of everybody else. I got very used to it.
There were assistants who did nothing but dress the models. I often thought
it was funny that I had a dresser in my bedroom that held my clothes and a
dresser that puts clothes on me. There was one girl who was my favorite.
She was always hugging and touching. Her hands quite often ended up on my
little butt. After she got the clothes on me and got them pinned back, her
hand would start on my back but drift quickly to my butt, and cup one of my
cheeks. As a little kid, that was more relaxing to me more than exciting.
However, I was always excited to go when she was there. She could play with
my butt all day.
I should explain pinning. Almost all the clothes are pinned in the back.
It gets rid of any wrinkle and makes the clothes flow with the body curves.
Sometimes there were tens of pins in the clothes. Just straight pins and
they were sharp. Only rarely did they stick me but I had to be very careful
as I walked and moved around. If I had a bad dresser, it would feel like a
porcupine duct taped to my butt.
When I was little, I couldn't have cared less about seeing other little boys
and girls naked as they changed. Especially the little girls, they were
missing everything of interest. As I got a little older in the studio, the
older kids would get my interest. Tits were growing, and some on the little
girls I had been working with for years. The boys dicks were flopping
around and hair was growing around them. It was a rare scene but I loved
getting to see that anytime I could. I don't remember every seeing a hairy
pussy, the girls were careful how they changed bottoms.
Breaking Out in Undies
My favorite dresser was also my dresser the first time I got to do
underwear. I do remember getting especially clean that morning. My mother
helped me scrub between my legs to get me as clean as possible. I relate it
to every mother telling their kids to wear clean underwear each day just in
case they got hit by a bus. I don't remember stripping down and getting
into the underwear for the shot. I do remember my dresser helping me to
tuck. Tucking was getting my dick and balls tucked back in so there was no
indication that I had such equipment when they took my picture. I doubt I
would have even noticed that she pushed my balls between my legs if I hadn't
been so ticklish. After she had the last pin in, she did another touch up
tuck. Got a giggle or two out of me. She then kept me entertained until I
was up by a little tuck here and there.
I did a lot of shoots in several different undies during that time. In none
of them do I remember getting in them but I got bold enough to play the tuck
game a little more. I would ask my dresser if I was showing and she always
checked to make sure I wasn't. It did get me to smile big. With smile and
perfect hair, I made three spots in one ad. Green undies and T-shirt that
matched the GI Joe, those were the first ones I modeled. Another shot in
bright red with matching tank top. The last was just good old
tighty-whities, with no top. My belly button was very prominent but it
looked like someone had sanded off most of my nipples.
Those ads were also framed and hung with care. The underwear was
fortunately not mounted like a Joe Montana jersey. I got to keep it and
wear it. I'm sure all the money I earned was spent on my wellbeing but I
preferred the clothes. I had a pile of the most fashionable boys' underwear
and I wore them proudly. I wouldn't dare mix the sets either, red with red,
blue with blue, olive drab with olive drab. I even shared with a couple of
friends. They would wear the Underoos or equivalent without fear. I just
couldn't handle a superhero erupting out of my dick or a dinosaur tail
covering my butt.
Sure, It Was Tough at School
It really didn't matter if I was shown in undies or in a parka or on a
swing, there were always boys who gave me shit. I was always told they were
just jealous, didn't matter to me what their motivation was, I just didn't
want to get my ass kicked. Whenever I was in underwear ads, the ads would
get passed around school. The girls would point and giggle, hold the ads to
their chests and make the weirdest eyes as they had their little fantasies
about me. There was always at least one boy who would draw a dick on the
underwear, sometimes coming out of the slit, sometimes hanging between my
legs. Never once did the drawn dick ever look like a human's. Then the ad
would either appear in my desk or pinned on a wall near my classroom.
I could handle that kind of taunting, in fact, I enjoyed it to some extent.
During the sixth grade was the roughest time I had. It was hormone related
I'm sure. It reminded me of the Wild Kingdom shows where the young bucks
beat their heads against each other just so they can be the one to fuck the
sheep or goat or what ever species they were. I was doing great in getting
into catalogs and ads. I was in the new spring catalog and a department
store newspaper insert in the same week. I really thought the insert was
some of my best work. I was in front of a basketball goal, holding a toy
basketball and dressed in only sexy gray undies and a tanktop. The top hung
loose and exposed my bare chest. The undies were mostly hidden and they put
an angle shot of the undies from thigh to belly only, and without the hint
of any sex organ.
It was the next week that I was walking home from school when the bunch of
school thugs caught up with me. I ignored them as they yelled for me to
wait up for them. They caught up with me and forced me to detour through an
alley. Several of the boys had me by the arms and holding me tight. One of
them held out the newspaper ad and they had me mocking the pose. They all
groaned that something wasn't right, I still have to give them credit for
their vocal timing on that. They said I didn't have any clothes on. Then
off came shirt, pants, socks and shoes. I was being held up as I had
nothing on but my undies. The boy with the ad held it close to me and said
that I did have a dick. They all had to look and compare the picture to my
little bulge. One of them took a rock, to put a buffer between his hand and
my dick, and pushed on my dick, just to make sure it was real.
That wasn't good enough for others. They had to have a real look. My undies
were stipped down to my ankles. There was my dick for all of them to see,
fortunately not a boner and equally as fortunate, enough of a stiffy to
display my manhood. I was more pissed at being held so tight than I was
being naked. I would not have had a problem if any or all of them wanted to
see what I had under my undies., I would have showed them immediately.
I got picked up off the ground and my undies pulled off completely. As soon
as they had those, I was released and they ran down the alley with my
clothes. I cussed each one of them out as they tossed my shirt over the
fence, and my pants over another, socks and shoes as well. I couldn't run
after them, the alley was too rough on my bare feet. The boys did have some
sympathy, they stretched my undies over a gas meter about four houses down.
The boys were completely out of site by the time I reached my undies. I
pouted all the way home. I got dressed and went and knocked on the doors of
the houses where my pants and shirt were. I found one shoe before I gave up
completely.
The rest of the school year, they couldn't even look at me. I didn't get
them in trouble. They told enough people themselves that they got this huge
reputation as liking to take boys' clothes off. One boy apologized to me
later, without having to. He became a friend and slept over a few times
after that. He even got an underwear set and some shirts from me. Oh, and
he did like taking clothes off of boys.
Getting Big in Underwear
At sometime, every boy modeling underwear has to do more than tucking. It
had been awhile since I had done underwear when I got the call. We showed
up, got my dresser assigned, a nice boy barely older than me. At the time,
I was getting hard all the time. And even though I was used to the lack of
clothing and being looked at during a shoot, I had no control over my dick
and it was obvious. Tucking only worked so much, pinning countered that,
and both tucking and pinning just seemed to make the situation worse. The
photographer had a fit. I didn't know this guy but he got my mother and the
mother of another boy about my age that was doing the same shoot and he went
wild. He lectured our moms about getting prepared. He said, "These boys
need to come ready to work. That means they have to take care of
themselves. Do you know what I mean? They can not come in here all stiff
and hard. They have to take care of the before. Right? They told you on
the call to have them ready. Why are they not ready? Go ladies, go make
them take care of themselves. Boys have to be ready. They go hard when
they see girls, or boys, or when they look at me, or when the look at a
kicking ball, or when the look at themselves. Go tell them to look at
themselves and hurry!"
At least that is the way I tell the story of what he said.
So, my mom and my dresser came over to me and tried to tell me that I had to
go jack. It wasn't easy and I wasn't making it any easier. I know my mom
had caught me jacking before but it wasn't a subject that we had discussed
before. I talked like I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do. I gave in
finally and my dresser pointed me to the boys room, and told me to hurry, oh
and to do it twice to make sure, he yelled that as I was half way across the
room.
I and the other boy went together. I knew him from the other times but we
weren't that close. We talked a minute about how it sucked and was
embarrassing. He asked me if I knew how. I was quick to answer of course.
We could have done it alone, in separate stalls but we both went into one
and looking in each others eyes pulled down the undies. He was
outstandingly hard and it took me only seconds to reach his state. We
pulled and stroked, I kept my eyes on him and he stared at me. I thought it
was amazing to watch him cum. He encouraged me to get there, almost like a
cheerleader helping me get there. I did shoot fast for me and then we both
laughed and kidded each other as we held our dicks in our hands. They did
say to do it twice, I was eager to comply with the orders. It was only
seconds and we were stroking again.
There were other boys, all younger coming in to piss while we took care of
business. I remembered as a kid that I would hear boys in the other stalls,
and now that rhythmic pounding made sense to me. It also made sense why the
boys room did smell like bleach.
When we were about to leave, the other boys warned me about milking it all
out. If I leaked even a drop then they couldn't use the shoot. I knew that
about pissing, I did a lot of extra shaking for that last drop. After
making sure I was all dry, and doing some preliminary tucking, we left
together. We nodded at our mothers as we walked back. We tucked and pinned
and posed. It all worked out good. We were scheduled for two more that
afternoon and we did make sure we took care of ourselves, together, before
each session.
The ride home, my mother wouldn't look at me.
Mentoring the Younger Ones
It had to be right, after all the photographer had sent me to take care of
things. One day, when they were making major changes to the sets, they
chased us off to other parts of the studio. The boys restroom was the one
place that we could get away from the mothers, for the most part. The other
boy that I had jacked with and I were the oldest ones there. After telling
stories and piling up the BS, we found ourselves in a position to pass on
some of the knowledge we had gained earlier that year. Our audience was
about six or seven boys, we weeded out the youngest and had four boys old
enough that they needed to know about jacking and preparing for shoots.
Three of the boys followed every move we made. Pants were down, boners
hard, and fists pumping, on five boys. One boy had just too many questions.
This boy actually went on to do some acting on television and a movie or
two. All bit parts really. He was older than he looked, he was twelve at
the time and could probably pass for six if he tried, eight easily. We got
him to pull his pants down, but only a little pasty white mushroom cap was
visible above a wrinkle of skin. His little dick looked so much like a
miniature of his cheeks, put a nose right about his piss hole and you had an
exact match. Round cute baby cheeks, they just begged to be pinched.
He had no problem playing with his dick, as he argued with us, his hand
stayed on his dick. He just didn't believe that anything good could come
from making his dick get long and shoot something out of it. We did work
hard at convincing him that if he wanted to stay in the business he had to
learn.
That day, we walked around with our dicks in our hands and cheered on the
young boys. Remember that none of these boys were anywhere near being
athletes so they had to change arms more than once to finish. We got two of
them to cum. I'm sure it was not a newly found skill for one of them. The
little talker never did get hard.
There were other days that I got to do some individual mentoring. I'm sure
we played a lot of the games played in boys rooms and playrooms all over.
We did have to find something to do and that just seemed to the right and
fun thing to do.
Keeping in Shape to be a Model.
I didn't have to work on being skinny. I could really eat anything I
wanted. But there were other things I had to watch out for. I couldn't get
cuts or scabs on my body. There were ways to hide it with make-up but they
hated to do that in the studio and the less they had to do the better. I
never was able to do too many sports. When I had to do PE in school, I
would end up wearing more pads than football players and long pants and
shirts.
A tan was very important. It looked so much better on camera. Not as much
make-up needed as well. My mom also caught on about tan lines. Yes, they
covered those with concealer but the studio wanted it as natural as
possible. As part of my work, I sunned by the pool, a lot. To keep away
from tan lines, I sunned naked. My dad did fix the fence up so I wasn't so
visible. I know the girls next door would peek through the fence as much as
they could. I could hear them talking but never moved. Two of them were a
few years older than me and one was a year younger. I think they should
have gotten credit for male anatomy studies.
I stayed golden brown and smooth without a scratch on me for years. My
money paid for professional zit treatment. I had different strengths for my
face, back and butt. Not that they ever took pictures of my naked butt,
well I shouldn't say that.
I did have a little blue piece of plastic that I used to cover my dick and
balls. It went to some spaceman toy I had but it fit perfectly over my dick
and balls, covering only them. It was dark blue and it soaked up heat from
the sun. It kept my goodies from getting sunburned but I think it roasted
them a few times. They did get sunburned easy too. I would take it off to
let my dick cool off. My mother would catch me a few times and always said
to put the blue thing back on.
I was still using it as I grew. In fact, I still have it in a box with
other junk in my closet. It got a little silly using it. It got to where
it would only cover my dickhead and not much more at all. I really didn't
have tan lines then. If I did have any lines, they would take care of it
quickly right before the session. After I got to a certain age, they used
make-up anyway, to cover the stubble of my pubes.
I would come with them shaved back, but also took a razor just in case the
lines of the undies or suit were cut higher, which way never that I
remember. I would see other boys shaving in the same restroom I used to
jack. Others would help each other in the tight places, I never got a
chance to do that.
Working Overtime
Once, just once, one of the other boys told me he needed to talk to me. He
said we could make extra money that we didn't even have to report. All we
had to do was pose for the photographer at his place. I was never driving
when I was modeling but the boy was and he said he would come pick me up.
When I heard how much, I was all for it. That evening he came and picked me
up. The photographer lived way out in the middle of nowhere but the boy
knew how to get there.
I waited and watched TV awhile as the boy worked for the photographer. Then
it was my turn. He told me it was going to like a regular shoot, but maybe
a little more open. I could stop any point I wanted to. It started with
underwear, but no pinning. He had me pull thought. Up my butt, tight in
front, out in front and looking down like I was surprised or happy. He had
me change, and he took pictures as I did. I put on a gray singlet that
still smelled like the other boy. I wore that in every way possible, one
arm down, then the other, then both, then being held up by my pubes.
I changed a few more times, into some sexy silky stuff. I was getting hard
and soft as we went. There were some shots that I just couldn't help it at
all. He went into a long explanation about if I wanted to pose nude. If he
had just asked once, I would have told him yes. He just kept saying that I
didn't have to. He got me laughing as he shot, I made like I was jacking.
Made the jacking face, all screwed up and biting my lip. I was laughing
almost the entire session after that.
The other boy came in trying to figure out why I was having so much fun.
The photographer asked permission to take us together. By the time we were
both naked, it was the photographer who broke us up. He did take pictures
but he got uncomfortable with what we were pretending to do.
Mixed Gender
One of the best shots ever and a classic in the ads was one that we just
made up kidding around. It was still January but we were working on a
swimsuit shoot. I was working with four girls, we were all about 14. I
knew them all, two had been working with me since we were little. I watched
those two go from a bare slit between their legs, to handful of tits, to
bushy pussies. For the last couple of years, I had been flashing them since
they were so nice to let me see their bushes. It was just the naughty part
that was fun.
Well, it didn't matter how much I went to take care of myself, I kept a
boner the whole time. I was tucking continuously, right in front of
everybody. And there were some protruding nipples. This photographer was
not nearly insane about what showed but he had to stop a few times and get
things adjusted. We had a few props like beach balls and umbrellas. As he
got another camera, he was kidding me about getting control. I did get a
little embarrassed but also smiled big at him. He gushed over my smile,
wanting me to smile like that.
I grabbed a beach ball and put it in front of my crotch. I said we could
try it like that. The girls gathered around me, two sat down at my side,
the others made a dramatic pose above them. We took a few shots of that. I
was laughing, I had my legs spread, ball hiding my balls and boner, the
girls worshiping me on either side. It came out in the spring, the ad
turned out to be just the girls suits but I was in the middle of it. That
is the one I wanted in the front hall. It also gave my father hope that I
was straight.
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